these days it seemed to have gone through years
when i was asleep
so everyday i opened my eyes
to another long denied truth
something i have chosen in indeliberately, to stay blind to
or deliberately to rummage for in the confusion of youth
the little bruises he got when he scratched himself on the uneven wallpaper
yesterday when he couldn't walk in a straight line, anymore.
I was too held up in the clouds to have noticed.
the lingering look i threw at him
when we bid farewell in the car
when he didn't return one of a similar kind
and i still thought the kiss goodbye's
a lot sweeter than it should be
i thought i'll be one of the girls who'll get through all the love, unhurt
though wrong way-ed, praying the somebody who said theres a price to pay for every happiness is another rambler
they fell into place
the eyes once i've tried so hard to open
a little too wide on this early chinese new year morning
so little girls
when they said you've grown up a little too early
it's definitely not a compliment.